Take my hand

"Why would you fake depression?! It's not something cool!!"
"You are such a fake. down the road, not across the street."
"You're family is hurting because you can't deal with your issues."

These comments are the things that piss me off. I have never faked depression. I have had depression for years.Only my family and my closest best friend know about it. I have gone down, side ways, across, diagonal. There are days that I lay in bed in hours not wanting to move and stay there in the dark. It will carry on for days. I would only eat once the whole day if that. I have tried multiple times to try and kill myself, they have never works. As far as my family go, they could careless. I told my mom for two years that I thought I had depression. I told my dad, too. They just ignored it, though. My brothers and sisters just pick on me, call me names, beat me. People always are like "my siblings beat me, too." but they aren't getting what I'm saying. When people see them hitting on me they always ask after my brother and sister left if I was okay. I just smiled and said I was use to it, which isn't a lie.

I'm standing here now though. Do I have scars going from my wrist to my elbow? Yep. Do I have bruises all over me? Yes, sir. Do i take medicine everyday hoping today will be better? Yeah. Do i still have suicidal thoughts? Yep, but I'm getting better. The road to recovery is long and hard but I'm hoping it truly is everything people are saying it is. I'm hoping that once I'm there I will stay there. I'm not going alone. I have others fallowing me and supporting me.

Take my hand and we can walk together.